There is no freedom of speech in this house. My kids inherited a Winnie the Pooh book, and I felt it was a little too scary. The Heffalump threatened to eat Winnie. To “gobble him up”, to be precise. The horrors! Way too scary for my kids. So I decided to cross that line out with a Sharpie. I am ever the over-protective mother.

My kids took immediate notice to the editing I did, and now every time they read it, they scold me for having “colored” in their book. And my husband mocks me for censoring an innocent Winnie the Pooh story.

I don’t even know what I’ll do when one of them wants to read Naked Lunch.